The Relief Society in my ward does this thing once at month at the bishop's house called Cookies and Conversation. Basically, the sisters get together and eat cookies (homemade by the bishop's wife) and converse. It sounds normal enough. Ish. But when the fact that it's a singles' ward gets taken into consideration, the result is what is commonly known as "girl talk." Sometimes this is gossip. Sometimes it's serious. Mostly though, it's one of those "you just had to be there" things.
Shelby, one of my visiting teachers and a fantastic dancer. You should've seen her in the talent show doing an en pointe routine to "Billy Jean." I don't know what was up with her tonight, but she just could not remember the names of famous people at all. First, she was trying to think of a certain singer's name. The clues she gave us were that his name started with an R and he'd had, like, four hit songs in the '90s. Not that she could think of any of the songs. Answer? Ricky Martin. Then later, she was telling a story about Michael Jackson, and she was trying to think of who she'd seen doing an interview with him. Question: "Who's that girl with that show with all the flowers and crap?" Answer: Martha Stewart. We were so loud. And getting quite the workout. I think I laughed harder than I did during FHE.
Then this girl named Esther was telling us stories about her mission in Paraguay. And about how she and her sister got two foot-long sandwich combos at Subway for 10¢.
And that's just a sampling. I love my ward.
Listening to: "You're So Vain"
Reading: Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie